Author's Notes:
As a general rule, Labyrinth fan fictions are romantic or filled with revenge. This story has neither. It is a tale about how the world is quick to judge and too lazy to find out the truth; and a tale of how even fairy tales will end. Comments and Criticisms are very welcome for this short little story.
The End
Prologue:
It's hard to imagine that people can be tied to each other, and yet everyone romance seems to tell us that this is true. There are thousands or stories about people who have belonged together since before they were born and people who would rather die then live without each other.
However no one looks at the other scale, objects that belong with people. It's said that when a mystic dies, her crystals and other tools simply fade away from existence with her, their relationship so strong that the objects must follow her to her new life.
The Labyrinth is tied to its ruler. It has survived many years being passed down; living with its memories from the first ruler, to its current one, its magical heart having lived with more pain and joy then could ever be imagined by any mortal.
But its current owner could imagine, and even understand, this, for as the Labyrinth shared his memories and life, he too shared its. He cares for his land, and it cares for him too. It's a relationship like every other ruler has had over this land.
Jareth has grown stronger with every win, and the land has grown with him. Jareth has become wiser, and has gained the knowledge of his ancestors, and the land has gained and relived with him.
They are as one, tied together in lineage and ownership, does Jareth own the Labyrinth, or does it own him? Who can say?
All anyone knew now was that something was wrong, something was very wrong with the land and its ruler.
The Outer wall had begun to crumble.
